"Look at my feet! My foot is ready! "
"Great!" I am also sincerely happy with my old friend.
The wooden stick lifted its foot and walked to the shore for a step. Suddenly, its foot tilted forward.
"Yi …" He staggered step and steadied.
Then one foot deep and one foot shallow went to the shore and sat down and looked at his feet blankly.
"What?"
What, I’ve found my feet and I’m still limping?
Mi-wan also looked up to him.
"mallet, do you think your feet are a little small?"
The wooden stick was at a loss. He found that his foot was really … smaller than the other foot.
"Ah, I’m white!" Suddenly, I slapped my hand. "It’s natural that it’s inappropriate when you grew up in your manor, but this foot hasn’t grown up here!"
"How?" The wooden stick gawked at the foot, then suddenly picked it off and threw it all over the river, grinning and crying.
"My foot meowed … my foot what my foot is not my foot meowed …"
There is nothing more pitiful in this world than wanting something.
What is more pitiful than asking for nothing is to get it and then lose it.
"Don’t, don’t, don’t cry, don’t cry!" I am scratching my head to comfort the wooden stick. I dare not get too close to the wooden stick. The tears of the wooden stick are very petrified. I cried for a while and petrified the soil by the river.
He doesn’t want to become a stone monkey.
Chapter 1117 What gold rush town has no owner
As soon as the wooden stick starts to cry, it’s going to be dark and hard to comfort him. "I was wrong. Maybe that wasn’t your foot just now. Your foot is still in the river!"
"really?" The wooden stick looked at Yan Wan with tearful eyes.
"Really" knows that this is not the case, but I still have to bite the bullet and answer.
"Then I’ll keep looking." The wooden stick got up again and jumped into the river with a splash.
I want to slap myself.
I don’t know how many sticks are stubborn in the river, big and small stones. Is this to find eternity? He has a lot of places to go.
But he didn’t trust to leave the wooden stick here alone, otherwise the wooden stick wouldn’t be dismantled and moved home by the National People’s Congress.
What can I do?
I watched the wooden stick groping around in the river and carefully compared several stones with the wooden stick’s eyes and wandered around.
Suddenly an idea popped up.
"had! I think of a way! "
"What way?" The wooden stick has now reached the middle of the river, and he is sitting in the river, showing his head blinking and looking at the water.
"You come first and we’ll go back to town."
"Then what?" The wooden stick limped along and installed the front-throwing metal prosthetic foot on his leg again.
"Just leave it to me."
"Can you really find my feet?"
"I promise!"
"Can you really find it?"
"I can really find it!"
"That’s very kind of you …"
"That is that we are friends!"
"I knew it was the most reliable!" The wooden stick said, "It’s much more reliable than the landlord!"
Yan Wan and the wooden stick took a few steps forward and suddenly felt something was wrong and suddenly turned their heads. "Why are you following us?"
"No, I didn’t follow you. I’m going to town, too!" The blacksmith shop owner suddenly stopped.
I looked at the hammer blacksmith warily and threatened him with "don’t mess with me or I’ll kill you with a wooden stick!" "
"Kill you!" Holding his big fist wooden stick way
Hammer boss quickly stepped back and raised his hands to show that he meant no harm.
Wan and the wooden stick only gave the boss a bad look and staggered away.
"This smell … like where to smell what is the smell? Good familiar with … "Hammer boss frown.
When he returned to the blacksmith’s shop, he always felt a stir in his heart. The smell just lingered.
Their sense of smell is not as keen as that of the Nathanians, but they will never make mistakes easily.
He trusts his sense of smell as much as his intuition.
